The Assassin

Chapter 8

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Much to my dismay, Diamanté ended up taking off the pants I had on and switched the handcuffs so that my hands were now restricted behind my back. The shirt I had on stopped just above my knees, which I was really thankful for.

I was finally able to walk around and make it to the bathroom. I couldn't help but sigh at the fact that he still didn't trust me.

After finishing my business, I walked back into the room to see him sitting on the bed.

"My pants" I pointed out.

"You took them off of me, so put them back on. Unless you're gonna take off these cuffs as well" I added as he turned his focus on me.

"Did you wash your hands?" He asked, ignoring what I just said.

I couldn't help but scoff at his question, "Are you serious right now? How the hell am I supposed to do that with my hands behind my back?!" I asked in disbelief.

"Oh" Was all he said before standing up, walking towards me.

"There's an easy fix for that" He added as I backed away from him until my back made contact with the bathroom counter.

Diamanté now stood in front of me with our bodies slightly touching, "Now hold on just a min-" I began as he leaned forward, only to turn on the faucet that was behind me.

I felt as the water rinsed my hands before he applied the soap, doing the same thing.

I felt as my face began to heat up when I realized the position we were in, his face only inches away from my own. The feeling of his hands on top of my own stirred something inside of me.

After a while I looked up to see him already looking at me, "What?" He asked, a faint smirk on his lips.

"Are there other parts of your body that you want me to wash?" He teased, his knee now separating my legs apart.

I found myself laughing at his question, "I get that you're horny and all, but being so obvious about it is a huge turn off for me" I replied, the smirk on his face not faltering.

"So you'd prefer me to be more subtle, noted" He stated.

"Nope. No amount of smooth talking is going to get me to do it with you. I value my life far too much for that" I said, him chuckling at my response.

"Shouldn't I be saying that? You're the one who stabbed me while I was kissing you" He pointed out.

"Well, you're the one who not only strangled me but kissed me without my consent! I still got the marks on my neck" I snapped, leaning my head to the side for him to see.

He then placed a hand on my chin before examining the marks he put on me, "Hmm... they do suit you" He muttered out.

What a psycho...

Before he could dry my hands I separated myself from him and began to walk out the bathroom.

"Whatever, just go" I said.

Not even a minute later, he had grabbed ahold of my arm and pushed me down on the bed. I looked up in shock to see him hover over me.

"What do you think you're-" I began.

"If you play nice, I might give you a present" He interrupted before pulling out a phone from his pocket.